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reach the moor is more successful, and away go the 

 hounds at a pace which is simply terrific. The Rifle 

 Butts and Hangershell fly past, and we reach the 

 ridge overlooking Pyles alas ! only to see hounds 

 marking where the "varmint" has saved himself by 

 taking refuge in that well-known stronghold. Only a 

 quarter of an hour's gallop, but it was nearly a four- 

 mile point, and our horses are white with lather. 



The next draw is a covert near Hangershell, called 

 Dowse's Brake, and it is soon "Tally-ho away!" 

 again. He makes for Pyles oh, horror! but for- 

 tunately before getting there bears to the left, thus 

 bringing us into some very nasty complications of 

 walls and water. 



The great hill called Halldon Barrow lies before 

 us now, and just as we are congratulating ourselves on 

 the fox having skirted it, hounds turn up it and we 

 must follow. We emerge on Storr Moor, hounds far 

 in front and running very hard. At Yads worthy they 

 leave the moor and enter the enclosures. Most of 

 the field stick to the moor, and we never see them 

 again. 



What a pace they go over these fields ! Here is a 

 river no time to ask which. Through it we splash 

 and toil up to Harford Village. As we clatter down 

 the village street we see hounds running just behind 

 the cottages. We sweep to the left at the church. 

 See, the fox tops the wall and lands in the road as the 

 leading hounds reach the wall. At the opposite wall 

 his strength fails. Who-whoop ! Who-whoop ! 



We look round ; where is the huntsman ? Where 



